(009) Return to Ket
Posted: Wed Jul 14, 2010 7:29 am
waysoftheearth wrote:
With the Hobgoblin blockade having been turned over in the night, the party makes a bee-line for Ket.
Overland you came, and overland you intend to return -- but not before heading off along the west road first, just in case your goblin hirelings at the ruined tower might be watching.
...
Once out of sight of the keep, you swing around to the north and set out across the undulating heath, bearing packs heavy with your hard won treasure.
The day is cool and blustery, but you set a pace to keep warm, and to hustle those with the heaviest loads or shortest legs.
(1d6)
Not long after midday you pause for a breather and a bite to eat. The grey clouds have given way to a rare spot of afternoon sunshine, and away in the distance you can already see the haze of smoke rising from Ket. You take your victuals and a refreshing draft in the lee of a low rise, sheltered from the wind. Spirits are high, even if shoulders a sore under the load of the riches you bear. So, after surveying the surrounds for any sign of pursuit or other company, you soon continue your march...
(1d6)
You make relatively good time throughout the early afternoon, hacking a swathe through the heath where necessary, and avoiding the deepest thickets. There are a couple of modest rain showers along the way, but as late afternoon approaches the clouds are gathering so thickly that the daylight is failing prematurely.
In fact, the last of the day is almost gone and a steady rain beginning to fall as you reach the cultivated flats about Ket.
You are perhaps half a mile from the town walls. By the failing light you can see farmers bringing in animals from the fields around, and a couple of merchant carts apparently delayed at the town gate...
What to do?
With the Hobgoblin blockade having been turned over in the night, the party makes a bee-line for Ket.
Overland you came, and overland you intend to return -- but not before heading off along the west road first, just in case your goblin hirelings at the ruined tower might be watching.
...
Once out of sight of the keep, you swing around to the north and set out across the undulating heath, bearing packs heavy with your hard won treasure.
The day is cool and blustery, but you set a pace to keep warm, and to hustle those with the heaviest loads or shortest legs.
(1d6)
Not long after midday you pause for a breather and a bite to eat. The grey clouds have given way to a rare spot of afternoon sunshine, and away in the distance you can already see the haze of smoke rising from Ket. You take your victuals and a refreshing draft in the lee of a low rise, sheltered from the wind. Spirits are high, even if shoulders a sore under the load of the riches you bear. So, after surveying the surrounds for any sign of pursuit or other company, you soon continue your march...
(1d6)
You make relatively good time throughout the early afternoon, hacking a swathe through the heath where necessary, and avoiding the deepest thickets. There are a couple of modest rain showers along the way, but as late afternoon approaches the clouds are gathering so thickly that the daylight is failing prematurely.
In fact, the last of the day is almost gone and a steady rain beginning to fall as you reach the cultivated flats about Ket.
You are perhaps half a mile from the town walls. By the failing light you can see farmers bringing in animals from the fields around, and a couple of merchant carts apparently delayed at the town gate...
What to do?